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No two dads are exactly alike. Your memories of them – the clothes they wore, the hairstyles they had, the music you both listened to, and the toys they bought you – are partly a product of the era you grew up in. We got to thinking that it would…

Dads Through The Decades We’ve been thinking about dads. While no two dads are exactly alike, our memories of them – what they looked like, what we watched together, the music they played in the car – are a product of their time. With that in mind, we embarked on…

Dads Through The Decades We’ve been thinking about dads. While no two dads are exactly alike, our memories of them – what they looked like, what we watched together, the music they played in the car – are a product of their time. With that in mind, we embarked on…

Dads Through The Decades We’ve been thinking about dads. While no two dads are exactly alike, our memories of them – what they looked like, what we watched together, the music they played in the car – are a product of their time. With that in mind, we embarked on…

Dads Through The Decades We’ve been thinking about dads. While no two dads are exactly alike, our memories of them – what they looked like, what we watched together, the music they played in the car – are a product of their time. With that in mind, we embarked on…

Dads Through The Decades We’ve been thinking about dads. While no two dads are exactly alike, our memories of them – what they looked like, what we watched together, the music they played in the car – are a product of their time. With that in mind, we embarked on…

Dads Through The Decades We’ve been thinking about dads. While no two dads are exactly alike, our memories of them – what they looked like, what we watched together, the music they played in the car – are a product of their time. With that in mind, we embarked on…

Everyone has memories that take them right back to their youth. All of a sudden you can see yourself in your favourite outfit, dancing to the hits of the day, TV in the background playing your favourite show. And somewhere in those memories there’s a picture of your dad. Maybe…

My grandmother – my Amah, I’ve always called her – isn’t well. She’s 85, and she recently took yet another spill. My dad’s been by her side in the hospital for the past several weeks. I did call, right after it happened. I put on a sweet 30-year-old grandchild smile…